Friday, June 30, 2006

Eris Takes a Break, but Freaks Out First

Today is Friday. The day before the best day of the week: Saturday. Saturday is the best for two reasons: 1. No work; and 2. No church. (Church is great but 9 am comes very early.)Anyway... this weekend, thanks to some creative work scheduling, will last 4 glorious days. Just the thought of how lazy I will be is enough to make me giddy.

I have looked forward to this weekend for months, literally, but I have also dreaded it. My biological paternal family is busy imbibing with and insulting each other at a family reunion - fun to watch, if you can forget the fact that these people share your gene pool.

I have decided to forego the experience of avoiding the people who don't count me as family (at the expense of missing out on seeing my grandparents whom I adore), but my sister has chosen to join in full boar. So I sit here, 2 states away, obsessing over these people and what they are doing and saying. Not just about me. But I also worry about what my sister is experiencing. Will she be ok? Will she get her feelings hurt? Will she come back a reunited prodigal daughter?

Family is a funny thing. They have the unique ability to make you feel strongly. In only a few minutes my mother can make me feel like the best of people. With one word my dad (not to be confused with the biological father) can make me feel like the smartest of people. And with nothing my biological father can make me feel just that, like nothing.

To cope with this weekend, and the rest of my life, my mother has suggested a cathartic experience. I have decided to trust her on this. She's usually right. So tonight, I will smash the hell out of a huge jewelry box. After that, I should be something: healed.

UPDATE:
Smashing the hell out of things is fun! Especially when you use a hatchet. I am feeling completely released. Mom was right - AGAIN.

UPDATE 2:
This is amazing. Still smiling.

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Eris is Looking Good

So after 2 weeks of effort, I finally got in for a cut and color. I don't know what it is, but just having a trim and my color touched up makes me feel like a completely new woman. It's awesome!

I work 45 miles away from home, which means I spend an hour in the car every morning and night - with 8 hours of work in between. I love my job - I love where I work - but it makes for a long day. So when I get the chance to have my hair done it makes me feel so much better.

Ladies, you can back me up here. Getting your hair done, a massage, buying new underwear or some cute new shoes - they all end up making you feel fabulous. Now before I get hate mail from angry feminists, let me make it clear that I do not wish to be judged by my appearance. As a proud feminist, I believe strongly that appearance should not matter (and I say that as a leggy blonde with an ample bossom). But, as much as it pains me to say it, I feel better when I think I look pretty.

What I'm saying is we all need to feel good about ourselves, and knowing we look good is a great start. So look out world: You'll never stop me - I have highlights!

Your Hair Should Be Red
Passionate, fiery, and sassy.You're a total smart aleck who's got the biggest personality around.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Eris says, "Hello!"

To introduce - I have 1 husband (Fabulous Keith), 3 kids (J. 8, A. 3, D. 1), and 2 dogs (Mabel and Bingo). I have a job I love - fundraising and PR for a non-profit group. I have 3 friends I cannot live without (Casi, Faith and Leah). And I have several other committments that add up to a life of chaos.

So the theme of the blog is Defending Eris - the Greek goddess of chaos and mayhem. Eris was maligned by the male authors of history as a bitch who loved making trouble. So, she probably was a bitch - aren't we all? But the problem is, Eris becomes the scapegoat for anything and everything. Not to mention that people tend to forget the basic fact that chaos is progress - without it, we are just sitting still, watching nothing.

This is my credo. I live in chaos, therefore I live in progress. Try to keep up, would ya?